Thursday, July 18, 2019
My GrandmotherÃ¢â¬â¢s Eulogy Essay
On behalf of SnghÃ¢â¬â¢s family I would like to thank you for coming today to share in our sorrow, but also to share in our joy as we celebrate grandmotherÃ¢â¬â¢s wonderful life. There is no doubt that we are the luckiest seven grandkids who got a chance to share our life with an amazing person like my grandmother (Baljinder Kaur). To me my grandma was not a just a typical old grandmother who bosses around and order us. To me she was my shopping buddy, cooking partner and not forget my gossip pal. There are so many things I will miss of hersÃ¢â¬ ¦ 1.Her doing ardas every time any of us going away 2.Every evening doing path Ã¢â¬ ¦so loud that you can hear her if you are in the basement. 3.Her making kadi chawal for me There are so many beautiful memories I have of her which I will cherish rest of my life. One of salok for gurbani that dadi ji used to recite Chinta taki kijiye, jo anhoni hoyeÃ¢â¬ ¦ Ihe marg sansar ko Nanik thir nahin koye Ã°Å¸â¢â Worry only about something that has never happened, In this world O Nanak, there is nothing for everÃ¢â¬ ¦. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0Kc7_QCgZk One of her greatest pleasures was to work out in 2. my grandmother that I saw, and I know we all saw, was that she was independent. Some would call it strong-willed, some would even call it stubborn. But truly, it was her unending independent spirit which made will so strong, and caused her to be so stubborn. 3. Death is a mysterious gift. It brings loved ones together, by separating them from the ones they love. WeÃ¢â¬â¢ve all been brought together today because of our love for my Grandmother, and all those whose lives sheÃ¢â¬â¢s touched. Her passing is a gift. Just as her life was a gift. No one wants to think about their own mortality, but we all know weÃ¢â¬â¢re not getting out of this thing alive. A death in the family is just another wake up call, reminding us that we only have a short while on this Earth. The amount of time we have here can never be known, and death is natureÃ¢â¬â¢s way of reminding us not to squander the time that we have. My Grandmother was fortunate. She spent 87 years here, most of which were spent in good health.